The Villainous Young Master, but with Skin Hunger Syndrome

Black-bellied, obsessive top x spoiled touch-starved bottom

Qiao Yu had been bedridden for years, and his heart had long since twisted out of shape when the System came looking for him.

He was told to play the role of a fake young master with a sweet, innocent facade and complete a task to make everyone hate him. In return, his real body would recover.

Qiao Yu agreed with a sweet smile. Being hated was easy for him.

He just hadn't expected that the fake young master would suffer from touch starvation.

*

This body always had sudden episodes.

When he gleefully shoved leftovers into his scumbag younger brother's mouth, his slender, pale fingers pinning the other's humiliated face until it turned red, they suddenly began to tremble. They almost seemed to caress that flushed ear flirtatiously.

When he planted his foot on his playboy fiance's thigh and smiled as he slipped a card into the other's collar, his waist suddenly went weak, and he fell into his arms as if throwing himself at him.

When he tugged the dog leash around his haughty butler's neck, leaving an ambiguous red mark, and struck the other's chest and stomach without mercy with the chain, his arm moved against his will and pulled the man against his chest.

Fortunately, he hid it well from the aloof and restrained real young master.

The beautiful boy splashed red wine in Lu Xueyin's face, casually lifted his chin, and admired the decadent sight of wine running down his face. "Why not come with me?"

He made Lu Xueyin wash his feet, then kicked over the bucket, splashing the bathwater all over him.

He made Lu Xueyin peel grapes for him, then maliciously bit and slowly rubbed the other's fingertip between his teeth when he opened his mouth. Only when the taste of blood filled his mouth did he finally let go, looking satisfied. "So sweet."

Faced with that gorgeous, alluring face, Lu Xueyin had already seen through his bluster.

And this haughty young master didn't seem to understand his own body very well.

Lu Xueyin hid the burning desire rising in his eyes: to drag him off his pedestal and humiliate him without restraint.

*

Qiao Yu struggled to suppress the instincts of his addiction. Every time their bodies touched or their scents mingled, he fought to keep his legs from going weak.

But the scumbags kept looking at him more and more salaciously. He could only tell himself to hold on until the real young master returned in the story, then take his mission reward and run.

However, the real young master, who was treated like a dog every day, revealed his true nature at this very moment and locked him in the basement.

Bound and unable to move, Qiao Yu's symptoms flared up, and the area beneath him was already a mess.

He forced himself to lift his haughty face. "Is that all you've got?"

But the other man only pressed him into a corner in silence, rubbing his face against the hollow of Qiao Yu's neck with adoration. His usually cool eyes were full of longing. "What else would you like me to do, Master?"

Theme: Accept yourself and love yourself.